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Lost Paradise

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From North Journal Autumn Issue 05:

James Adams reviews one of Sydney's newest NYE festivals

"At one stage I saw a river being crossed by a pack of crayons"

Arguably the prettiest festival venue in Australia, the Glenworth Valley in Peats Ridge housed Lost Paradise Festival for 3 days over New Years Eve.

A diverse 4000 strong crowd mixed with ravers, hippies, tweakers, families, mountain folk, drunk teens, and any other breed you may find in society, all mingled happily in the rolling hills for three days of music, yoga, magic and food.

At one stage I saw a river being crossed by a pack of crayons before they walked past a tent full of people practising yoga, and then headed on to a magic show. All to the sounds of Hiatus Kaiyote playing behind me on the main stage.

The build up to the New Year was choreographed wisely. A somewhat lazy afternoon was booted into party mode with The Delta Riggs playing through sunset. The crowd’s hangovers were now eased back into a nice warm buzz as Pond followed with trademark freak outs and crazy sounds. The Preatures encouraged more conventional dance moves, banging out their hits before Ball Park Music sang in the New Year covering Queen again.

For those who backed the old: "I'm not making plans for New Years, it's always a let down" stance, you kooked it.

An hour from Sydney this "plan" afforded you three days of camping by a river in the hills, hearing good music, over-eating great food and the freedom to fart around doing whatever.

Not bad Lost Paradise, not bad at all.

Photos & Words by James Adams